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North was weird today.
That wasn’t an oddity — as North, in his essence, was an enigma — but still; there was enough of a difference for Night to be on his guard (more than usual, anyway.) With his lungs steeling themselves strong to resist a hitch of breath from the deep sniff kiss North gave to the sharp underside of his jaw, Night clung to the fabric of North’s undershirt.
“You seem weird today, phi.”
“How so?” Questioned North, but his manner of speech seemed almost rhetorical, teasing with a final wet kiss to Night’s jaw before finally meeting his eyes.
“How am I supposed to know?” Night averted his gaze, flustered — he really couldn’t pinpoint the exact changes. “Eh—h, a confident guy like you probably got rejected, or something.”
“Rejected?” Night didn’t need to look at North to tell what expression he wore — he could practically hear the quip of North’s lips and the cock of his eyebrow, the charming tilt of his head and the way it leaned in closer. “And who am I asking out, nong?”
“Jeez—” snaking his hands up to North’s chest but not pushing him away, Night finally looked back to him; he was a little dipped backwards from how they’d been kissing, and it accentuated North’s height — Night had to look up at him through his eyelashes — and, with rosy cheeks, he straightened out their postures. “— I don’t know.”
“Jealous?”
“No.” A lie, and North knew as such. Oddly enough there was something comforting about the fact. There was comfort in the unspoken; that he liked North, that North liked him, and that they were a little too crazy for each other and the confusing grounds between them like landmines. “Seriously — what’s on your mind?”
North cracked, wrapping his bony fingers around Night’s rough hands and guiding them into cupping his face. Nuzzling into the touch, North kissed his palm and gazed half lidded and tantalising into Night’s eyes.
“You wanna slap me?”
“What?” Night froze where he stood. Was this some sort of prank?
“Like — during sex. You know.”
“You’re…” Stammering, Night endlessly tried and failed to collect his brain and thoughts. “You’re seriously into that?”
“Yeah.” And of course North was unabashed about it; but Night still felt like he was being pranked, somehow. Like this was all some practical joke. To be fair, though; when he and North began fooling around he’d thought that must’ve been a prank, too.
“Around the face.”
North nodded.
“Like, an actual slap?”
A nod.
“Like, an actual slap, around the face?”
“Yes, nong,” and North laughed so endeared that it took all Night had to not mindlessly giggle along. “Are you interested or not? C’mon. You can just tell me to shut up and suck you off.”
Night stilled, again, thinking this time -- actually thinking — now that the proposition had sank in and it was feeling a little more real. North… Wanted to be slapped, apparently — was into that, apparently. But Night… Oh, Night was imagining it and oh, oh… There was guilt, a lot of that, but pushing past that at the prompting from North cocking his head in a nod with a grin, the concept of putting North in his place made something swirl sickeningly inside of Night. Was that what North was implying? It had to be, right? The concept of letting yourself be slapped, well… Didn’t that fall under degradation? North had always been the dominant one between them, with Night doing nought but sitting back and letting himself be consumed to the bone; he’d never considered taking the reins. His chest heated like molten lead and bubbled as he looked up at North, stroking his thumbs up and down his cheeks in subtle movements.
“...I’m interested,” he breathed, speaking slow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I promise I’m not lying,” laughed North, grasping playfully onto Night’s forearms and tracing the veins. “So… You wanna try real quick?”
Night swallowed tentatively, searching North’s eyes for any signs of uncertainty; all he found was dripping desire, an excitement. And, so — he nodded, slowly raising his hand, and —
“Night, that was pathetic.”
“...Harder?”
“You literally brushed my cheek with your hand. It tickled, nong.”
He tried again, applying a little force; Night didn’t want to make a misstep.
“You’re kidding me,” laughed North. “C’mon. What’re you scared of? Don’t wanna shut me—”
North’s face was swung to the side with the force and he looked at Night silent, lips parted as Night slowly lowered his hand with a gulp at North’s hushed breathing, the way North touched his cheek. In a rhythmic syncing, they breathed, staring and searching and awestruck. Was that—? Was that okay? Did Night do something wrong, did he overstep? Did North not mean that hard? That was a proper slap, after all; maybe he only meant a slight amount of force.
“Phi—” but he was interrupted.
“Holy shit,” North’s parted lips creeped into a wide smile and cut into his cheeks like daggers. Before he could think, Night was kissed, deep. “Just like that, Night,” and the wording made Night’s dick stand on edge. Just like that, Night. Just like that, Night. He felt dizzy with any sort of imagery it could encourage — felt dizzy with the concept of fucking North and being taught how to do it right. But no; not tonight; Night wouldn’t go down his usual thought paths of giving into everything and anything North, tonight — Night was going to take and he felt drunk with the power as he gripped North’s slim waist and licked into his mouth, stepping back and back until he could shove North onto the bed. Grinning in thrill, North shuffled himself back to the cushions and Night crawled over with haste, straddling North’s hips and stripping his shirt, tossing it somewhere with little relevance.
Holding North’s bare waist, Night gulped to collect himself; he was still tentative about controlling the pace, but North looked positively dazed. And, so, Night took the initiative, trying not to overthink it as he unbuttoned North’s pants and awkwardly pulled them off (having to lift his hips off of him and reach behind himself.)
North really did have a beautiful body, Night thought to himself as he gazed over him; it felt good to look over him like this, and Night suddenly understood why North always took his sweet, sweet time doing nought but staring and staring at Night’s every nook and cranny, at his every dip and curve, staring in silence as he’d run his hands up and down Night’s broad waist. As if possessed by that ghost of North’s touch, Night felt himself caressing North’s waist, holding and squeezing and digging his thumbs into the flesh so tantalising that Night wanted to pierce it. He’d never gotten to look at North like this before. Night looked at North through his lashes with a slight scrunch of the eyebrow; there was so much he wanted to say. What came out, though…
“Tell me if I do something you don’t want, okay?”
Smiling sombre, North rolled his eyes with affection. “You’d be very hard pressed to find something I wouldn’t be fine with you doing, babe.”
Babe.
Night hid the flush of his cheeks as he sank his body down to kiss at North’s neck, to kiss at his collarbones and hard, bony sternum and — after a moment of tentative contemplation, — his nipples, too. His movements were stiff and awkward, (was North even into this?), but North gave no indication of protest. With a breath, Night lifted his lips from around the nub and pressed them against it again, stroking his bottom lip up against it and descending back in. Idly he heard a breath from North, deep, content, and Night licked up against his nub with a wet tongue and Night never — never — would have thought he’d ever hear North whimper. He… No, surely Night misheard, but in his regained slowness he found a hand carding through his hair and pushing, hard, shoving Night’s tongue back against the small area of North’s nipple and he got the hint, lapping his tongue against the sensitive nub; Night barely even needed to move his lips to cover North’s entire nipple, they were that tantalisingly dainty — like something out of a ridiculous wet dream.
Shuffling his knees upwards to balance himself, Night was able to use his other hand to tweak at North’s other nipple — moving the pads of his thumb in small circles — knowing he could easily do this all night. He’d often wondered why North never got bored of pleasing him, and though Night knew he was more submissive and swayed towards bottoming… He understood the appeal, especially as North’s breath hitched and took deep, shaky inhales to contain himself with a tightening grip of Night’s hair -- Night was feeling overwhelmed as he kissed and kissed and kissed at North’s hard, perky nubs, relishing in utter relief when North shoved a thigh between his legs for him to rut against.
Maybe it was startlingly clear to North that Night really wasn’t born to dom, because as soon as he felt relief, all he could think was fuck, fuck — he needed North inside of him, and now.
He grasped North through his boxers and kissed back up his sternum, scrunching his eyebrows in need the second he met North’s eyes; Night was weak, he really was, but North kissed him and every single thought melted and died in the swirling lava of his tummy — especially as North grasped his waist; Night spread his thighs on instinct, whining as North blindly reached to fumble for lube with an embarrassing clumsiness, but Night just wouldn’t let him break the kiss, he couldn’t — until the sound of the drawer closing was heard, because Night dropped his head into the crook of North’s neck and let North push down his shorts and underwear, letting North run a finger down the dip of his spine to arch Night’s back, squeezing lube cold and fresh between the seam of his ass. Night winced at the chill, cringing at the way a stray drop dripped between his balls grossly as North circled his rim — Night inhaled, letting it out and relaxing himself and humming in content as North’s index finger slid all the way inside of him.
There was just something about it; something Night couldn’t explain with any semblance of coherence. North being inside of him felt like being able to breathe — just felt so, so good. Night didn’t need much prep since he was somewhat used to bottoming, but it was his favourite form of foreplay. His body melted, and Night was still a little embarrassed at how easy he was once North found his sweet spot — hell knows he could barely even look at North after being given his first dry orgasm (when his eyes reopened after blacking out from it, anyway), — but still; Night knew he needed to steel himself, knew that this was the first time North had even issued a request.
Pushing himself up and casting aside his shame from the provocative, exposing position, Night straddled North and grabbed the bottle of lube without so much of a word, squeezing a dollop onto his fingers and not breaking eye contact with North for even a second as he reached behind himself, smeared it all over North, hovered and sank. And oh, oh, Night went dizzy from the way North’s head flung back — dizzy from the power, from the way North gripped onto his thighs with every inch of his life as Night sank down — swallowing a wince, Night’s breath choked into a moan as North pierced impossibly far into him; he felt bigger — was it the position? He’d never ridden North before, and it was already intense and —
“Ah—h!” Night choked on his spit, a pornographic moan spilling from his widened lips as North bucked his hips up. With his thighs tensed and quivering, Night held his breath as whimpers failed to be constrained with the oxygen in his lungs, slipping through every bar of the unlocked cage. His dick jolted, and Night could feel the stimulation in his entire body when North’s dick pulled back, slamming back up inside of him as North dragged his head down.
“Don’t forget,” he whispered, grinning smugly and composed before shoving Night back upright by the chest and fuck, Night almost did — but how the hell could he think about a single thing when it took all he had to breathe? To keep himself relaxed? Night already knew that he’d be coming untouched.
Knots tied themselves in loops in Night’s chest, twisting in intricate patterns tighter and tighter around his ribcage and North, just… didn’t stop, leaving Night a desperate mess in a bid to get North to slow down, to let him regain control and then Night stopped, Night realised, he realised with a start and, before he could so much as think he slapped North square across the face so loudly it was almost comic. North lowered his hips back down, slowly. Wide eyed as he looked up to Night, gulping.
“Phi,” Night said, “stop.”
The grip on the soft flesh of his relaxing thighs tightened, and North’s slow, half-thrust back up was interrupted by another hard whack.
“Stop.”
Night rose himself up with a hand firmly placed on North’s tensed abs, reaching behind himself to grab the very base of North’s dick with the other as he grinded forward, rocking back downwards in a way that made North mewl like an animal. And oh — Night was into this , was drunk off the way North shut up and fell to putty. Leaning his torso down, Night rolled his hips with the movement and gave a kiss to the blossoming red of North’s cheeks before raising up again, finding a rhythm of sliding up and down and rolling his hips, grinding down and making himself see stars — why the hell had they never done this before? The feeling of them connecting as separating beneath Night’s hand was hypnotic as he clumsily gripped the base of North’s dick whenever its entirety wasn’t inside of him; the lube was sticky, and he could feel North’s precum leaking out in messy, smeared droplets — everything was so visceral, it always was, but being able to feel where they connected just made it all so intense, so real and filthy that it was a near travesty when he had to let go to stop the straining from the reach in his arm. Night weakly tweaked at his own nipple, hand falling over his abdomen and ghosting his dick, cupping his balls and grasping himself whole in his fist.
“Just like that,” moaned North, cadence so breathy and low that Night could feel it reverberate in his stomach. He bucked up into Night involuntarily, thighs spasming and desperate. “Just like that, just like… Shit— ah—h—!”
North was whimpering unabashed, louder than he’d ever been in bed as Night couldn’t bring himself to feign dominance; not when the meeting and rhythm of their hips was so, so perfect that Night felt his throat knotting into a thick choke. As North brought his knees up and strained his thighs to raise his hips, tears welled to Night’s eyes at the new angle; he couldn’t even move, all Night could do was let his body fall onto North and hold onto his shoulders like his life depended on it as North hammered into him. Now that his abdomen and chest rested on North’s, Night’s cock had the most tantalisingly teasing friction as it thrusted against North’s abs from the back-and-forth rocking of his body whenever North fucked into him, bouncing back against his own pelvis. The stimulation from being fucked was already far too much — he felt on the verge of death with the rising pleasure against his desperately wound up cock now, too, not knowing how in hell he was supposed to last, how the hell he was supposed to have kept his cool.
“Please,” Night cried, quiet, “please…”
“Please what?” North groaned, pulling Night up by the hair to look at him in the eye; wrecked, North’s half lidded eyes could barely contain his matching desperation. He bucked up, harsh, punctuating his sentence. “You were so scary when you tried to have control, nong —” a hiss, North closing his eyes in pleasure, “but look at you. You just need to be fucked, don’t you? I was gonna ask if you’d be up for fucking me, but you’d be a crying mess — wouldn’t you?”
Collapsing back down into his shoulder, Night sobbed and held onto any part of North that he could as North gripped the base of his cock painfully tight and increased his pace, piercing him so deeply that Night felt split in half with the speck of the clouded brain he still had.
“I can’t… I—” Night could barely talk, nor could he see or hear as North began to slide his fist up and down his cock, heel of his thumb pressing down deep, because everything had gone black.
When Night regained his consciousness, he shivered with his body convulsing and curling up — shaking like a leaf, — gripping North’s shoulders so hard he would’ve drawn blood if it weren’t for his stubby nails as North fucked into him, coming deep inside of him and fucking Night’s lifeless body through his orgasm; the noises were obscene, and North’s whimpers delicious. North’s hips and legs fell flat against the bed and Night fully collapsed against him, every single one of his limbs losing their strength as his ears rang and vision blurred; stars, literal stars — polaris, too, clear even through the haze as he wiped Nights eyes and kissed the tears away. Though everything span and he could barely hear himself, Night spoke, anyway, no matter how weak his voice came out:
“Are you okay?” He asked, and North laughed.
“...I wasn’t expecting it to go down like this.”
“Huh?” Night could barely keep his eyes open.
Propping his elbows by Night’s head so he could comfortably look at him without having to pull out, North smiled. “Dunno,” a chuckle, airy, “was thinking that if you were into my proposition it’d end with me in tears and getting babied with aftercare.”
“Oh…” Whispered Night, somber. “Did… Did you want that? I’m sorry, I— I’ll stick to it, if you wanna try again..?”
North chuckled, endeared, nuzzling into Night’s cheek. “You seriously think there’s a planet out there where I don’t wanna fuck you?”
Night hummed in sleepy amusement. “I need to get you bruise cream.”
“...I think you need to just lay here, you’re shivering.”
“Whatever.”
North laughed, suddenly pulling out just to hear Night squawk. “Stay here.”
“Wait.”
Freezing, North stopped before he stood up, turning back towards a sleepy Night.
“...Have— have you ever had anybody else do that to you?”
“Nah,” answered North, simply, stroking a strand of Night’s hair from his forehead. “You really think I have way much more experience than I actually do,” a chuckle, “but also… I dunno. You have to really trust someone to even bring it up.”
Releasing a small breath, Night blinked up at North. “Ah.”
“Yeah, so—” stammered North, standing. “Hope you enjoyed it, nong.”
Hiding a grin in the pillow, Night nodded against the fabric.